Page 50 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

“You taste so good, Carina, Are you gonna be my good girl and come on my tongue?” I ask, shoving two fingers inside her tight little slit.

“Horace,” she gasps my name, and my Bear is rumbling with excitement.

I curve my fingers, searching for that special spot deep inside her.

I know when I hit it because she almost flies off the couch, but I have my other hand on her hip, keeping her right where I need her.

I fuck her on my hand, using the flat of my tongue to lave at her bud. Eating her like this is like a dream come true.

My woman tastes like the perfect combination of sin and heaven. I can’t get enough.

“Oh my god! I’m c-coming,” she yells and arches, pressing her sweet pussy into my face.

Driven by need, I push down my pants and fit my dick to her entrance.

“Can I have you, Sweetheart? If the answer is no, tell me now,” I say, and my voice is rough with my animal.

Please don’t tell me no.

But she deserves a choice, so I am going to give her one.

“I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years. But if you want me to, I mean, shit, I actually don’t have any condoms,” I admit and falter, but she keeps her eyes on me and runs her hands up my arms and onto my shoulders.

“I’m clean and I’m on birth control. It’s been a—a while. But if you want me, you can have me, Horace. You can have me any way at all,” she says, and pulls me down to her.

“Oh, I want you, Carina. So fucking much,” I growl and slam my hips forward, driving into her with more force than I meant to.

But this woman is made for me. She doesn’t shudder or push at me.

No. She wraps herself around me. Pulls me closer. Opens those thick fucking legs that drive me wild even wider.

And she takes it.

She takes me.

All of me.

And I know I am in love with her before I bottom out.

I catch her cries with my mouth, then I move. And it’s like nothing I ever felt.

Being inside Carina is the single best experience of my life. She cries and pants, the sexiest little sounds. And I love knowing that I am the one drawing them out of her.

My position is awkward. I am still on my knees, and she is hanging off the couch.

I grab her hips and drag her completely off, so she is basically sitting on my dick, which is fucking perfect.

“I’m too heavy,” she says, eyes wide.

I growl and narrow my eyes, flexing my hips. Then I stroke against her clit and all worry leaves her face, replaced by something else. Something needy and primal.

Carina moans and allows herself to fall more heavily onto me, and fuck, the flood of her arousal coats the tops of my thighs.

“So wet for me, aren’t you, Sweetheart?” I groan as I grab her ass, pumping her up and down on my cock.

“Yes. Feels so full. So good,” she says, and just like that my dick gets even harder.

“That’s it. Come for me,” I growl as her pussy tightens, squeezing me so good.

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